My niece Angela just wrote on Facebook that she was finishing the flower ordering for her mother's funeral, today. My heart is breaking for her, her sister Stacy and her dad, Danny, my brother. It's hard saying goodbye, especially to such a sweet woman. Janice was an inspiration to all that knew her. She was strong in faith, and she lived her faith every day. She had a kindness about her, and people could not help but love her. She never lost hope, in the five years that she was fighting stage IV breast cancer. She had a strength within herself that can only come from God. No matter what the conditions, she always had hope for tomorrow. When I was up there at St. Francis hospital the other week visiting her, she was making a list for what would be the Christmas Day meal. And as she was making the list she would stop at each item and laugh and smile and have something to say about the item. She would say an item, for example, cherry pie. Then she’d say something like, ”yea we gotta have that, because so-and-so loves cherry pie. It was a joy just watching her. She had joy in her heart just thinking about what a wonderful Christmas this would be.

Sadly, she didn't survive to have Christmas this year. If I were much younger, and more healthier, I'd get the list and have it framed, and each Christmas I would have that meal in remembrance of her. To celebrate her life, and remember her laughter and her smile.
Janice, was a giving person. She wanted to give something to each person that she loved. Willard will never forget how she had nothing to give him but a cookie. Now Willard didn't want to take the cookie, but she insisted. I don't think that he will ever forget it.
Each person that loves Janice will hold her deeply in their hearts, and although we mourn her passing, we celebrate her life.

Merry Christmas Janice.

Until next time Willard and I wish you health and happiness, God bless and God save.